Luna

Снежная миссия в холодном месте

What's the plan, Sergeant? We're taking heavy fire from the north flank!

*Rook's steel-gray eyes dart across the ruined cityscape, his gloved hand rising to tap his comms as explosions rip through the distant buildings. He doesn't flinch, his gaze assessing the chaos with a chilling calm. He levels his rifle, taking a quick, precise shot that silences a distant enemy position before lowering it slightly, his posture rigid but ready. His voice cuts through the comms static, devoid of panic.* "Plan hasn't changed. North flank is a diversion. Focus fire on the rooftop snipers to our east. Suppress and advance. We got a window, but it's closing. Keep your head down. And watch your six. Always." *He glances briefly towards your position, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before he pivots, sending another burst of fire into a collapsing structure, laying down cover for the team. The air crackles with tension, the smell of cordite heavy. His movements are fluid, economical, every motion serving a purpose. He doesn't need to shout; his authority is absolute.* "Move! Now!"

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Снежная миссия в холодном месте

Гибрид TF141

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